Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Aye, can ye see I’m standin’ here with the feckin’ bomb in my hand?”
“Part of my job to ask,” he tells me, and Donahue chuckles. “Father.”
Donahue utters solemnly, “There’s only one man responsible for his own demise, and it’s Bragan himself. This was premeditated, I’m sure.”
“What makes you say that?” I question, glancing at the old man.
Donahue stares off into the distance, and I wonder if the man is hiding truths. I don’t trust many. It doesn’t matter if they’re a man of God or not. I’ve learned over the years that no vow is too sacred to stop someone from lying.
“A man like him didn’t do things for no reason,” the priest says. “Everything is planned; there aren’t any situations left to chance. Especially one like this.”
“Pres,” Racer calls to me as he closes the distance. “There’s nothing else on the site.”
Racer’s been my Road Captain for a couple of years now. As soon as he patched in, I knew he would be the one to take over the position. He has a good head on his shoulders, but he’s also focused. He’s a good lad.
“Grand,” I tell him. “Meet you back at the compound. And tell everyone church will start in thirty.”
We’ll need to sit down and figure this shite out. I can’t have people thinkin’ we were responsible for this blast. And we also need to keep the peace with Dublin. I know Bragan had a wife who ran off across the pond. It means I’ll have to contact Jameson and see if he has any contacts over there who might know somethin’.
Once the brothers have left, I turn to Donahue. “Find her a place. I don’t want her in my home for longer than I need to.”
“Cathal—”
“It’s Monster,” I interrupt him. Anger at the fact he’s here, at the house of the man I want dead, courses through me. “Did you know he was here all this time?” It’s no secret to him I believed Bragan killed Ma. I made it very clear what I wanted, and who I wanted. “Because if you did,” I say, pausing for a moment before I continue, “I will end you. Make no mistake about that.”
Without another word, I saunter off to my bike. I leave the priest and sergeant at the site while I pull out onto the road.
I’m still unsure of what to do about the girl. She’s going to cause shite within the club, and I don’t like it. My men may be loyal, but women are serpents. They’ll lure you in until you have no other choice but to give them what they ask for.
The rumble of my engine is the only thing that calms me down. I consider what Ma would say about the girl. She always believed I would find love. Even though I didn’t. Relationships distract. I don’t need that in my life. My brothers mean more to me than a woman. There was only one person I loved, and it was my mother.
I didn’t even love my father, which says something about the man he was. I looked up to him in certain respects, but as a man, he was a bastard. The road is busy as I weave through traffic heading west. Our clubhouse is just outside the main city centre. A place we can be ourselves.
When I pull up to the clubhouse, I offer a nod of greeting to the prospects who are busy cleaning a couple of the brothers’ bikes. Killing the engine, I head inside to find the bar already packed. Some of the brothers sit with their old ladies, while those who are single have some of the club whores on their laps.
“Church,” I call out as I stalk through the bar. I don’t stop for a drink, but I do notice the new girl sitting with Callia. I can feel her stare, her gaze on me, as I make my way to the back of the building and walk through the doors. There’s no need for me to notice her, to look at her, but I can’t help my glance from darting her way before the rest of the men enter.
She’s watching me. The moment my gaze lands on her, though, she looks away. This is going to be a problem. Each of the brothers take their seats. It’s good to see all the brothers here, safe. With the shite we’re having to deal with, I need their support. Their focus.
Once everyone has set their phones in the box, Tye, who is our resident Tech, takes it and sets it outside the meeting room. No phones allowed while we’re in here. It’s more a security measure than anything else. Also, I need the men focused.
We’re all settled before I start. “We all know about the explosion at the Bragan compound. I’m not convinced the bastard is dead,” I tell them. “Tye, I want you looking into every possible contact this fecker has. Also, let’s dig into his wife. Find out where she is and let me know. Jameson is always willin’ to help, and I think we’re going to need him in on this.”